Love Knows No Color Pt. 06

"Von, baby, I'm gonna come. Ohhhhh." I managed to give her some warning. She raised her head so just the tip was in her mouth. Her hand stroked my shaft quickly while she swirled her tongue around my head. Shavonda really knew how to put me over the edge, and though I had every muscle in my body clenched trying to prolong it, I could no longer hold back. With a groan, I gave up trying and let my orgasm wash over me. I flooded her mouth with my warm sticky sperm, watching her eyes as I did so. To this day, I still don't understand the pull those eyes have on me, but those beautiful browns control my life. When they are lustful, I am instantly turned on. When they sparkle, I am happy. When they are sad, I want to set the world right for her. Tonight, they were challenging me to give in to pure pleasure.

One thing I noticed about our love life. Whenever things started to get a little routine, they were never boring, but we did find a comfortable routine. Whenever that happened, Shavonda's devious little mind would come up with a unique plan to try something different. She never told me in advance what she had planned, she would just spring it on me out of the blue. The sheer unpredictableness was a large part of the turn on. I never knew what she'd come up with, or when. It was like I had unleashed a playful streak in her, which coupled with the pure animal lust we had for each other kept things fresh for us.

I had heard of women who absolutely enjoyed giving head. I'd never met one until Shavonda. With Rose, the sex had been dirty. She was always in a hurry to clean up after we'd done it. Sort of get that nasty stuff out of me. Shavonda was different. While she had excellent hygiene, she approached our love life in a way that was totally natural and positive. The only time she was ever in a hurry to clean up was the rare instances when we had anal sex. I understood why, nobody wanted an infection. But other than that, she absolutely wanted every drop I could give her. Inside her. Sex wasn't dirty. There was no making me feel like I'd polluted her. Instead, she made me feel like my seed was the thing she wanted most in life. And she'd put in effort that most of the women I'd been with wouldn't, just to get it.

It is difficult to describe just how liberating that is. Especially to somebody who's never experienced love like that. You don't worry about where you come, or when. You just go with the feelings, because you know that if you come in her mouth it's not a bad thing. You try to give her what she asked for, knowing that if you slip up and come too soon, she won't be mad, that you can stimulate her until you recover enough to get hard again. Because of that, I found myself able to get hard easier than I was used to. One night, we ended up making love seven times, each one ending in a nut for me. We lost track of how many times Shavonda came.

This particular night, with my sweet special dark chocolate sundae, the actual sex was anticlimactic. We'd both had mind blowing orgasms from oral stimulation alone. What could we do to top that? We ended up having regular sex, then using the chocolate syrup to eat each other to another mind-blowing orgasm. We only stopped when we ran out of syrup. Shavonda was right when she said we had a whole bottle to go through. I wound up only getting two hours of sleep that night, and drove my 18-wheeler practically falling asleep at the wheel. Luckily, Mondays are a short day. And yes, the bedspread was ruined. It had chocolate stains we just couldn't get rid of no matter how many times we washed it. "Next time we put down towels," Shavonda said with a smile on her face and a dreamy look in her eye.

The next Sunday was Shavonda's 31st birthday. We were the same age, I was about 3 months older than she was. I asked her what she wanted for her birthday. "You," she said. I took her to Baltimore Café for crab legs, then we rented a hotel room with a jacuzzi for the night. We spent most of the night making love in and out of the hot tub. I would have loved to have popped the question right then and there, but I still didn't have her ring out of layaway. Maybe I should have chosen something less expensive.

Given the intensity of our relationship, I did a little research into Leo-Scorpio pairings. Everything I read rang true. She was attracted to my big heart. I basked in the attention of a woman who truly cared about me. I'd seen signs of her fierce loyalty to those she loved. And in return, I practically worshipped the ground she walked upon. Our sex life was, as described in what I read, off the charts. We burned for each other. The only thing missing in our lives from what I read was the strong love-hate aspect. That volatility simply didn't exist within our relationship. Our volatility came from outside forces, and they only served to drive us closer together. That which does not kill you only makes you stronger.

That volatility erupted the weekend before thanksgiving. The kids were staying over as usual, we were at Shavonda's house that weekend. The phone call came at about 3:30 Sunday morning on Shavonda's phone. "Who'd be such an ass as to call in the middle of the night. Don't they know people are sleeping," she complained, answering the phone.

"This better be good," she growled into the phone. I could hear voices on the other end. "Yes, this is she." A long pause while the other person explained the situation. "What! What do you mean they broke in? I'll be right down." We were both wide awake now. She hung up the phone, saying, "Jason get the kids dressed. Somebody broke into the store."

We dressed the kids as quickly as possible, it was hard because neither wanted to wake up and they fought us all the way. We strapped them into their car seats, and headed down to the South Side in my Jeep. We arrived to total chaos. "Oh my gawd," exclaimed Shavonda. She was almost in tears. There were several cops' cars on the scene. The front window, where Ethan and Shavonda's poster had been, was smashed as was the window to the front door. Identifying ourselves, we talked to the officer in charge as we walked through the store, each carrying a sleeping child on our hip.. The glass cases that held the jewelry were broken, but nothing appeared to have been taken. Ethan's poster lay torn and crumpled on the floor. We did find a brick laying in the middle of the store. On it, in white paint, were the words nigger bitch. Clean up and repairs were not going to be cheap, and the store would be closed a couple of days compounding the cost.

"Do you have a security camera?" asked the officer in charge. " My name is officer Waugaman, I'll be in charge of the investigation."

"Yes," Shavonda sobbed. Once she'd seen the brick, she'd lost it. We knew exactly who was responsible. Hopefully the video would prove it. "I'll get the card so you can download the footage." Turning to me, she spat, "Jason, I told you to take care of her. Now she destroys what I've, no we've, worked so hard for." I caught the correction and smiled inwardly. Shavonda wasn't blaming me for this. We were in this together. "If she wants a war, a war is what she'll get."

Turning to the officer, she handed him the card from the security monitor. "We think we know who's responsible. I'll have to review the footage but if she's on there you need to arrest her. I swear to god if you don't there will be hell to pay."

To be continued...